I'm a U.S. Army veteran who served in Operation Iraqi Freedom from 2007 to 2013.

In my travels I've seen a lot of crazy things from camel spotters to unexplainable backwards

flying birds in Basra, Iraq. I now work a third shift as an assistant manager in Wiltsboro,

North Carolina, a place well known for its bigfoot activity. I live on Noel Hayes Road in State

Road, North Carolina, a 45 minute drive away. Until recently I have noticed on my long drives

home that the deer population in our area has spiked. Because of our close proximity to Stone

Mountain National Forest there are hunting grounds nearby, but the population seems to be dwindling.

One morning when I came home I was overcome with an overwhelming dread like I was being watched.

It's hard to spook me but for some reason this made me feel uneasy. And then I heard a distinct

whistle sound I've never heard before. I noticed all the birds outside and thought this may be a

new species or something. I thought to myself that I need to get this on video. I left my key

in the door and went outside armed only with my camera and started whistling back at it as I

filmed. The thing mimicked my whistle back to me in a low tone. I knew I needed to keep filming but

I was unarmed and alone and for lack of a better word I was scared. My sidearm was in the house but

I wasn't leaving without knowing what this thing was. I stayed in the backyard but close to the house

and I continued filming and trading whistling noises with whatever was out there. When the whistle

started coming from two different directions I stopped. As soon as I did a rock smashed the ground

where the yard meets the woods. I started walking around towards the house but turned around again

hoping to catch something on camera. And when I did another rock tapped a tree and ricocheted

into the tin roof of the building in front of me. That was all the confirmation I needed that this

was no bird. I continued to video without further incident so I decided to wait and try again the

next night. The next couple of days were much like the first with the whistling. I didn't interact

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